Legos In My Pocket: Wanna go Puddle Jumpin??

I live in Seattle. THE Capital of rain.

I love it here...The seasonal smells, the people, the sky, the trees, the moss..

even the temperamental weather.

But as I am sitting here by my bedroom window listening to the rain pouring out of our broken rain gutter, I feel a personal realization.

I don't have rain boots.

Now as random and un-serious as this might sound.. I remember something else. I have NEVER had rain boots.. at least, not that I can remember.

HOW is this possible?!

I have lived here my entire LIFE! On top of having a small fascination with extremely cute shoes.. INCLUDING adorable "PuddleJumpers" as I have always called them... Rain boots are like a living staple in most Seattle female's wardrobe!
But to have never owned any..ever??

UNHEARD OF!

And I LOVE going Puddle Jumping!
I just never think about rubber boots until I'm pulling the wet icky socks off of my frozen little feet.
It's not like we have ugly, normal rain boots either, no way...
we have all KINDS to choose from..

Red, Blue, yellow, green, spotted, & striped rain boots...

Croc Rainboots

Ladybug Rainboots,

HelloKitty rain boots..

You can even pay around $200 down at the mall for a pair of Burberry Rainboots.

Now I want cute PuddleJumpers as much as the next girl.. but I am NOT about to pay $200 for some.. I really don't want to pay more that $25-$30 for them. So I do what any sensibly smart, quick thinking girl would do...

I head to Wal-Mart.

"Baby, you have Really never had any rain boots?" Ryan teases with a playful smile "You must have at SOME point...Everybody has had rain boots..."

Jerk.

So I march full force towards the shoe department, searching the isles until I find that small but full rain boots section.. "What the Heck?" i'm in shock! all they have are ugly Black or Blue boots! "Are they serious?!" They have a TON of cute PuddleJumpers for little ones,

but apparently.. if you are over the age of 6..

your not allowed to have cute boots from WallyWorld.

I was so excited to have my first pair of PuddleJumpers.. and now? SHOT DOWN.

I was so sad.

"I'm sorry babes.. we will find you some, I promise."

I was really looking forward to Puddle Jumping with him that night.

So I give up and start to walk out with my head hanging low.. defeat pulling in quick, when out of the corner of my eye, in the back of the shelf on the very end, there is a large pair of bright YELLOW boots!

"Wait! Babe! YELLOW! I like Yellow!?!"

Ryan looked at me like I had shouted that I like being windmill kicked in the face.

"Since when do you like yellow? I'm not sure you do.. do you even OWN anything yellow..."

But when he looks up at me he stops short in his questioning. I think the death grip on the only possibility of "cute" boots and the angry don't-cross-me glare scared him a bit.

"I like yellow."

"Okay babe. you like yellow.. Try them on.."

They were so big I felt like I was wearing giant rubber clown shoes.

"They are PERFECT!"

The look on my hubby's face at that point told me he wasn't as convinced as I was.

"You can barely walk."

"I can walk PERFECT!"

*ClompClompClomp*

"Babe those are to big, you look like a clown."

*ClompClompClomp*

"You look like a clown! They are PERFECT!"

*ClompClomp-trip-Clomp*

"Oops! Im good!

"Babe.. try on a different pair.. or we can go somewhere else...wait babe.. what about these!?"

As I am desperately trying to walk like a normal human so he will believe me I turn around to see what he's found that has made his voice sound so relieved. There he is, standing in the middle of the isle, holding above his head like John Cusack holds the radio.. a pair of Hot PINK rain boots!

(Let me remind you.. PINK is my favorite color..

most of the time, if its pink..

I buy it.

It's more than an addiction.. its a disease.)

And with the quick shriek of excitement I twist around to run towards him.. but my giant yellow boots don't move as quick as my tiny feet. In all reality they do their job very well, stick to the laminate WalMart floor, and don't move at all. This results in a very ungraceful, very embarrassing Kerflop onto the floor.

My yellow clown boots, still standing in exactly the same place I just was 4 seconds ago.

I stayed face down for about 2 seconds breathing deeply, before slowly looking up at Ryan, standing 10 feet away.

He has the biggest grin on his face.

"Don't."

*giggle*

"Ryan. Leave it."

(I'm pulling myself off the floor at this point)

*giggle-stiffle-giggle*

"Go past it Ryan. Nothing just happened here."

When I finally get the courage to look at Ryan, he is staring at me.. holding his breath.. the biggest smile still plastered to his big stupid face. I carefully reach up, and take the boots from his hands and place them on the floor. My feet are already shoe-less, so I just step right into the new pink boots and wiggle down into them. They fit perfect.. for REAL.

(& They are only $10!)

I'm trying my hardest to focus on my boots.. even though I know my stupid git of a husband is still standing there smiling at me, knowing I have now provided him his latest

I-love-my-very-special-wifey story.

He picks up the discarded, still standing yellow boots and begins to walk towards the check-out.

"Your right, I think these ones are perfect. I think I want to keep them around... for memories sake...plus, they should fit me just fine." He giggles.

"There's no possible way to convince you to never tell anyone about this is there?"

"Never in a million years"

Figures so much.

At least I still get to go Puddle Jumping...